Visit the Poetic Earth Month art gallery and see the hope of stone on a winter afternoon, from the hand of landscape artist Andy Goldsworthy.
A poem about searching for sea glass and celebrating a love that lasts.
Eight children discover—and build—a world in the woods. It’s a world of imagination. It’s a world they don’t want to leave. One of those children, now grown, remembers what happened, in this short, original film.
Eating a pomegranate before its time reminds us, as this poem says, that “appetite has a season.”
Immolation As the horizon looms, flips over to present an endless span of waves, I give up, surrender. My fate’s the fate of falling. I guess I hoped for recognition, that when I pushed my arms into the hostile sun he would look up and see my face, the frame of limb so like his […]
“Do the shells still hear the sea…” asks this poem about loss, memory, and being.
Papa is the sky
Mama is the air…
“I used to dream of living in a garden,” starts this richly colorful sestina about love and wishes.